Tag: Mrs. London
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Dublin: Day 1
We had been planning this trip to Dublin for months; three to be exact. It started in February, when The Husband being some kind of rugby savant, looked at how the Heineken Cup matches were playing out and predicted that either ASM Clermont (his beloved team), RCT Toulon (the team Mr. London plays for), or…
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beached
I’ve got nothing to blog about at the moment. Nothing. It’s not like there isn’t stuff going on here right now, there is. To be honest Le Petit Village can be a rather scandalous place and there’s usually some liasons dangereuses or petits scandales going down but it’s not stuff I can blog about per se no matter…
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a last minute dash to the côte d'azur
{Toulon & the Mediterranean} I’m blogging about my last minute dash to the Côte d’Azur from the Côte d’Azur, but I’m not talking about this one, I’m talking about a trip a couple of weeks ago. And then maybe I’ll tell you about this one, a couple of weeks from now (I seem to be running about two-three weeks behind…
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The Road To Dublin
The road to Dublin began with this pair of Nikes. Or rather, Mr. London’s road to Dublin began with these Nikes, The Husband’s and mine began with an Aer Lingus sale. Let me back up… in three weeks time, The Husband, Mrs. London, Gatz (of course) and I are descending upon Dublin. We’re there to catch…
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plan schman
{fondue} Sometimes we like to meet The Londons in Aix-en-Provence on a Wednesday night for a mid-week treat of the dinner variety. They travel an hour northwest, and us an hour south. It’s the perfect meet in the middle. Since we don’t like to dilly-dally on these nights, we usually go straight to Bistro Romain…
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Avignon, The Last Bit
After the wasabi debacle, beer was needed to wash away all of that burning pain, so we headed to the pub and let the guys set up camp (setting up camp involves trying out three different tables before finally settling on ‘the table’). The Six Nations was kicking off that afternoon, first with Ireland vs.…
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Avignon, The Next Morning
I’m taking a break from the flu, to bring you this next installment of my birthday weekend in Avignon (Yes, I know it was four weeks ago, just go with it please. And if you missed part one, click here). Please excuse any typos, grammatical errors, and general lack of pizazz. I’m full of germs and…
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Avignon, The First Night
After our afternoon in Châteauneuf-du-Pape, we scurried down to Avignon and checked into the hotel (I always stay in the same hotel in Avignon… it’s a hop, skip, and a jump from a pub, on the same street as Zara and H&M, and only a few minutes walk from The Palais des Papes… in short, it’s…
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A Princess in Châteauneuf-du-Pape
The Princess I’m referring to in the post title is me (obviously, but I’m guessing you knew that already). When The London’s arrived in The LPV before our trip to Châteauneuf-du-Pape and Avignon, Mrs. London presented me with a tiara for the weekend, because she knows that everyone should be treated like royalty on their birthday…
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Toulon: Part Deux
{for another super cute photo of Fifty and Napoleon’s road trip click here} When we last left off our weekend in Toulon with Brother-in-Law and Child Bride at Mr. & Mrs. London’s house, Brother-in-Law was sitting on an office chair at the top of a steep driveway wearing a Hello Kitty mask. But before that happened,…
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